Lyrics The Captive - At The Throne Of Judgment

The Captive

At the spire
I am looking down at a vesper
Without a merciless fire
The flames azure
Like waters fashion
Waters passion
With you I fall asunder
With you I’m falling under
You take a statues form
No movement made in the morn
Standing still hope is bludgeoned
With disaster…
Brought down by the ropes of fate
The marble face shatters
Blasted in the face
No more soulless gaze
Stripped emotions
The face of bone
Give me thy hammer forged by stone
And let me pulverize the skull
Crushing the face with my mace
«Dark mane
Please abide to this old sage
For he is laden with hopes of a better place
In order to survive
You must listen closely or else
The old maven will curse with rage»
I am in chains
Bitter metallic blame
Where fate guilds these shackles taking me where terror reigns
As if I could sustain the verity that I am in…
Chains
I am shackled to a place where terror reigns
I cursed by rage
Gallop mare
Away from wrought steel forged with the elder’s lore
Run stallion amongst naves with the greatest haste
Away from these manacles weight
Never fall for its temptress ways
Through the City
And out of its gates it is deemed a treacherous day
«Dark mane
Please abide to this old sage
For he is laden with hopes of a better place
In order to survive
You must listen closely or else
The old maven will curse with rage»